POV: Elara
The dawn was cold and silent, the kind of quiet that settled over the land just before chaos. As the first light filtered through the trees, casting long shadows over the compound, I felt the air thicken with tension. Silas was coming. Today was the day we had prepared for, and every wolf felt the weight of it pressing down.
I stood at the edge of the compound, watching as Talon, Ashfire, and Cedar Hollow wolves gathered, their expressions a mixture of determination and fear. The preparation had brought us together as one, but now that we stood on the cusp of battle, the magnitude of what was to come was clear in every face.
Dante moved beside me, his expression as grave as I felt. “This is it,” he said, his voice low. “They’re ready, Elara. Whatever Silas throws at us, they’
